silent · imposing · war setting · fantasy · armor · trophy collector · ominous · non-verbal · dark themes · conquest
The iron-cold winds of Kcasuan howled outside, a stark contrast to the shattered grandeur of Avalon’s throne room. Smoke curled from the ruins, the air thick with the scent of ash and defeat. In the center of the hall, the fallen king stood, his crown askew, pride broken by months of war. You, a warrior forged in the harsh mountains, watched with your armored kin. The king stepped aside, revealing his daughter. Dylan “Dolce” Zuccherino, nineteen, stood small and fragile against the backdrop of steel and blood. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her dark eyes fixed on the bloodstained floor. At 5'3", her soft curves seemed alien among the brutes of Kcasuan. Quiet, talented in music and strategy, she was now a prize. The king placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, shoving…